Burlesque

The WickedCat and Lily have a new friend: Pasha. It’s still not clear exactly what Pasha’s background is….. “A sort of actress!” the Cat tells me, but offers little else – still, whatever her credentials the Cat and Lily have certainly taken to dressing up since Pasha has been staying at the house.

As a “special treat” the threesome decided to put on a show just for me! The long reading table in the library was pushed to one end of the room and the curtains – brass pole and all – were skilfully taken from the window and well hung between bookshelves, transforming the space into a makeshift theatre.

I arrived, with my camera, to take my place in the only seat in the house – a large leather Chesterfield – a small table had been placed next to it and thoughtfully arranged with a glass and bottle of my favourite Scotch. Before the lights dimmed (and after some giggles and squeals) the Cat emerged from the wings dressed as a French maid – her hair in a chignon, and her legs in seamed stockings, which reached almost to her skirt, which almost covered her bottom. She poured a large glass full, leaving with a curtsy that revealed her white satin underwear.

I drank the whisky and quickly refilled the glass….

A few seconds later Lily’s slender fingers slipped between the curtains, gently parted them, and the show began. The first act was a rousing Can-Can with Pasha and Lily – Pasha high kicking as well as any Parisian, with Lily making up with enthusiasm what she lacked in technique.

Draining my glass Act two began ……

Entitled “The Hunt,” it consisted of the Cat, dressed in a riding coat, minus her jodhpurs, riding Lily – who was on all fours, naked except for a saddle (made from a cushion and some black ribbon), a leather bridle and, oddly, what appeared to be a real horse’s tail protruding from her rump – I never did quite figure out how it was attached! Next came Pasha dressed like a fox and the chase was on… From time to time the Cat would thrash Lily with her riding crop making her whinny as she galloped around the stage..… eventually the fox was caught and both horse and rider dived at Pasha’s reddish brown fur in a frenzy.

I filled my glass……

It was magic next. The Cat appeared from behind a silk cape wearing a top hat and mock serious face – her assistant Lily beside her in a sequined basque and an ostrich feather headset – at each wave of the wand and flick of the cape – Lily would lose a garment… first her feathers, then the basque, then finally her sparkling knickers….. leaving only her long black satin gloves with which she chose to cover her pale breasts.

…. My glass recharged I eagerly awaited the finale …..

The music began and all three performers appeared dressed in dark red and black burlesque corsetry, long ruffled dresses and leather boots that disappeared high up into the fabric. There was a degree of graceful swaying. This was a strip tease – but, as always, with a difference – it was clear from the start that no-one had an intention of removing any of their own garments. There was instead much tugging of each others cloth. The WickedCat turned to Lily and began loosening her corset – pulling the long laces at the back. Lily pulled at the front of Pasha’s, the metal clips, at first resisting, then giving way with a ‘ping’ – a shocked Lily tippled backwards – the Cat easing her descent. From what I remember the rest of the show was a horizontal performance – joining in the theme I stretched out on the sofa. And finished the last of the Scotch….. the rest of the show was a blur… through now heavily lidded eyes I have only the haziest recall of events….. snapshots……

…… white teeth and torn silk ….. a ruby mouth on an equally ruby nipple….

…….........a slender waist … parted thighs … the flick of tongues….

……................ the curve of a perfect bottom … a face…. a grin… a moan………….

…….............................and legs…. lots of legs…..!

A shaft of morning light breaking through the bedroom curtains woke me with a splitting head and a bed full of naked sleepers. The WickedCat, her lipstick smudged, smiled in her sleep…...

The ability to pull of performance art on a website forum is a mellifluous one. I’m proud to call you and those who gave this to you my fellow RBers.

Nicely done – your way with words evokes images that are clear and most enjoyable. Thank you for a lovely trip down the passages of imagination and a smile to finish it off.

I wish I was there….